"Death does not hold my chains."
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Post by Jasper on Jul 12, 2018 17:01:23 GMT
Huela was speaking at what felt like a mile per second, but everything she explained Jasper listened to intently. His gaze shifted to the hologram as it displayed, studying and absorbing all that he could. Such tech reminded him of home, it had felt like centuries since he had seen such things, Earth was so much more different than the Illabus was, and while he had adjusted somewhat well to Earth there was still aspects of his old life that he missed.
"Her name is Zamora, and her help is appreciated as is yours, Huela. I would like to get more helping hands to assist her, if possible, as for this plan for the Gourmands home. What materials are you going to require for this? I can send out some parties to gather up what you need, and if I can help in anyway-" He looked pointedly to the Gourmand, giving a small dip of respect towards him. "I will gladly do so." He didn't know this guy, and everything around him shouted, don't trust him, but he was going to give the Gourmand the benefit of the doubt. He was going to help in what ways he could to make sure he had a proper home in the Freedom Fighters even if he hadn't enlisted. Everyone deserved a home. No matter who or what they were.
"As for the turrets, booby traps, and whatnot those might have to wait for a while until we get you situated and can get some others to assist in ideas."
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